Ahh damn, if I could say I’d only once had the screaming shits over a filthy squat toilet in China, and then had the dawning horror of remembering it’s a bring-your-own-toilet-paper country, I’d be a happy man… Truly there’s nothing like going into your mind palace to Numbers-style work out all the variables like p(shitting-yourself-in-elevator), p(shitting-yourself-in-car), v(elevator-over-45-floors), v(didi-in-mental-traffic), d(to-an-acceptable-toilet)…

I love the country dearly. But not for food hygiene or general cleanliness.